The Infinite Dragon God Cannot Find Silence

Just as Guinevere had predicted, Orpheus did not care about the retreat of the ancestor of the gods, but simply stretched out his fair hand.

"This has nothing to do with Guinevere. Just hand over the Holy Grail—I don't like violence."

"..."

Guinevere suddenly stopped and sighed softly.

"I'm very sorry, although I really don't want to cause any trouble, the Holy Grail is something more important to Guinevere than her own life, and she can't easily entrust it to anyone, so—"

Before she could finish speaking, Guinevere had already turned around. A complex spell caused ripples in the space around the girl's petite figure to shimmer, and at the same time…

"—Uncle!"

Even if it means revealing our trump card here, we absolutely cannot let the Holy Grail fall into the enemy's hands!

Guinevere's body sank into the white mist and disappeared without a trace, replaced by a figure dressed in heavy white armor riding a white horse.

The knight, his face hidden by a mask and wielding a long spear, had already galloped up to the dragon goddess girl.

The knight, who had received the information from his beloved daughter, knew very well that if he gave the enemy even the slightest chance to react, the torrent of weapons would completely engulf him.

Like lightning, giving Orpheus no chance to react, the white knight thrust his spear down!

But it's meaningless.

As if willingly accepting the piercing of the spear, the black-haired dragon goddess girl took a small step forward.

Then, the spear, embodying the knight's lifelong martial arts skills, struck the air, and there was no one left in front of the knight.

Oh no!

Although no sound was made, the thought flashed through the knight's mind.

Without hesitation, the knight turned his horse around and galloped off in another direction.

Even though the knight knew perfectly well that it might be too late.

The time gained was far too little, and they were unable to prepare the highest level of spatial teleportation technique. They were only one kilometer away from the place they had just been. Guinevere gritted her teeth and revealed herself.

But before the God Ancestor could adapt to the suddenly changed space and begin the second transfer, Guinevere felt a small and soft hand touch her neck.

The next second, the world spun around, followed by a powerful impact and a deafening roar.

Boom!

"Cough cough..."

With her neck pressed down, Guinevere was slammed to the ground. She coughed violently, her bright red eyes struggling to look at the other girl pressing down on her.

Orpheus remained expressionless, one hand gripping Guinevere's neck, his knee pressed against the goddess's chest, showing no mercy whatsoever.

"Give me the Holy Grail."

Looking into those eyes that seemed to be scanning her body, constantly moving and flashing with intense silver light, Guinevere suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

"How can such noble gods commit such crude and violent acts... Uh..."

Faced with the sudden increase in control, Guinevere could only stop her sarcastic remarks.

She felt incredibly wronged. Although she didn't have any real information, her powerful intuition told her that this goddess was definitely not an unreasonable being.

Driven by a sliver of hope, Guinevere stared blankly, neither taking out the Holy Grail nor offering a reply.

Seeing that even in this situation, the golden-haired god-ancestor was still unwilling to hand over the Holy Grail, Orpheus narrowed his eyes, which shone with a strong silver light.

The fact that the Omniscient and Omnipotent Star could not be found indicates that it is not hidden within the body of this ancestral god. However, the energy turbulence of the Holy Grail is too strong, and if the power of the Omniscient and Omnipotent Star is to be further enhanced, there is a possibility that it will be exposed.

The next second, the neighing of a horse came from the horizon.

Just a step too late was a powerful blow that seemed poised to tear the earth apart along with Orpheus and Guinevere.

Never mind.

Guinevere seemed to hear the girl on top of her sighing.

Orpheus released his grip on the blonde girl and slowly raised his gaze.

The spear was right in front of them, ready to fall at any moment.

In response, Orpheus spoke softly.

"Don't move."

Guinevere's eyes widened.

The scene that unfolded at this moment even filled the eyes of the well-informed Divine Ancestor with a touch of horror.

It was an incredibly gentle voice, like a mother tenderly caring for her child.

But even with that sound, Guinevere felt an incredibly terrifying energy completely take control of her body in that instant, rendering her unable to move even a single finger.

Above, the white knight's lance also stopped in front of Orpheus.

Even if it were just half a step forward and it could pierce the girl's head, no matter how hard the knight tried, he couldn't move the lance in his hand an inch further.

No, it's not just that.

In the eyes of the God Ancestor, all that remained was a pure white ice crystal, the coldness constantly eroding the girl's flesh and bones.

In an instant, even if it was only for a moment, the temperature dropped to an unpredictable level.

Even the God Ancestor could not withstand the piercing, icy cold.

Guinevere was well aware of this power.

It's not that rare; in fact, it could be said that all gods possess this ability.

The power known as the power of words.

However, the objects that a god's words can control are only those within the reach of his own power. Moreover, the power of a god's words is not actually stronger than his own power. Unless it is the most direct indoctrination, even if his uncle is no longer a completely disobedient god, he would not be able to fall for it!

But the power of those words even affected the molecules in the air...

Could her master have done such a thing? Guinevere couldn't help but wonder.

The silver light in his eyes shone brighter than ever before. Orpheus stood up from Guinevere, looked around at the scene, and sighed again.

Even with the accumulation and familiarity over the past four years, I can only speak when I'm suppressing it; once I use it, I'll definitely fall into an uncontrollable situation.

I only reacted at the last second, barely managing to concentrate the power that had dissipated into the air onto the armored man in front of me; otherwise, things would have become very troublesome...

"So……"

After brushing off the ice crystals from his body, Orpheus spoke again.

"Hand over the Holy Grail."

Chapter 217 The Goddess's Mission

Orpheus observed the objects before him.

It was a large urn, over a meter tall and about the size of a child.

This is the legendary Holy Grail.

Although it seems to have nothing to do with the Holy Grail in Christianity, the image of it as a treasure derived from the essence and power of the earth is quite fitting.

Under the control of the Word of Power, Guinevere had no choice but to obediently summon the large cup and hand it to Orpheus, no matter how unwilling she was.

It's a hassle to receive all sorts of random things like glass cups, plastic cups, paper cups, A cups, C cups, and F cups.

Golden ripples appeared beneath the large urn, encasing the magical Holy Grail within the Gate of Babylon.

"Is it finally over?"

A cold voice suddenly came from behind Orpheus.

The silver-haired goddess looked much better than before, her emotionless eyes fixed on the spot where the Holy Grail had just disappeared.

"A divine artifact made from the sacrifice of one's own people... it truly reeks of disgust. Is such a thing really of any use to you?"

Orpheus glanced indifferently at Athena's intelligent eyes, but did not reply.

Indeed, the Holy Grail has no meaning to Orpheus himself. More importantly, Orpheus already possesses items with considerable function. If Guinevere's method of creating the Holy Grail had not touched upon Orpheus's forbidden zone, the Dragon God Girl could have easily offered Guinevere a gold Holy Grail and a silver Holy Grail for her to choose one in exchange.

However, this Holy Grail has a special feature that is different from the Holy Grail that Orpheus possesses, making Orpheus determined to obtain it.

Athena didn't care that Orpheus didn't answer.

Ultimately, their relationship was nothing more than mutual exploitation.

...Okay, I always feel like I'm being used unilaterally, but Athena would never admit that.

Shaking her head, the silver-haired goddess suddenly walked up to Orpheus, turned around, and gave Orpheus a stunning smile.

"Speaking of which, I haven't yet thanked or rewarded you for helping me so much."

Her cool voice took on a touch of allure as the goddess gently cupped Orpheus's cheeks.

Looking at the exquisite face so close to her own, Athena sighed softly in her heart before pressing her lips to it.

Crackle crackle───

"?!"

The next instant, with a sudden sound, the figure of the silver-haired goddess appeared a few meters away.

Countless golden chains appeared around the dragon goddess girl, baring their fangs and claws at the silver-haired goddess like dancing venomous snakes.

Athena narrowed her bright gray eyes, a hint of apprehension flashing within them.

The goddess felt an unusually strong sense of threat emanating from those chains.

Athena sighed as she watched Orpheus tilt his head and gently stroke the chains as if to soothe him.

The goddess was ultimately unwilling to be controlled by others, but her divine pride wouldn't allow her to go back on her word. So she used the power of death to subtly harm them, then severed their relationship by sparing their lives—though she knew it wouldn't be easy to succeed, she hadn't expected that she couldn't even get started...

What angered the goddess even more was that the dragon goddess seemed completely unaffected by what had just happened, and simply calmly put away the chains.

"Let's go."

Athena nodded helplessly at the equally indifferent voice, and with a gentle breeze, the two of them disappeared at the same time.

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My beloved daughter...